What kind of person is Li Xiao!

There are many things that the West has to say about Li Xiao!

Some say he is a tyrant who will eat the heart of a young girl in the morning.

Eat three sheep at noon, and at night, after eating a cow, find the most beautiful virgin to sleep.

This virgin will be his snack the next morning!

Some people also said that Li Xiao went to Beihai to fight with the Kraken when he was fine.

The kraken in the North Sea hid in the sea and did not come out, so Li Xiao went to trouble the dragon king of the South China Sea.

I don't know if the European mythological system has become chaotic because of the cultural invasion of the Ming Dynasty, or if there is already a legend of the Dragon King of the South China Sea in the European mythological system.

Anyway, according to various circulating versions, Li Xiao is a master who loves to toss and turns, and he is uncomfortable if he doesn't do things all day.

Among the legends about Li Xiao, the most pertinent is Napoleon's evaluation.

As fierce as a wolf, as cunning as a fox, and as domineering as a tiger as a king.

The army under his command moved like an eagle in the sky striking a volley.

Calm down, like a turtle that has not moved for years.

Perhaps to confirm Napoleon's assertions, Operation Don perfectly illustrates the horror of Lee's offensive.

At half past five o'clock in the morning, when the sky was just dawning, the 1st Division's Ancestor Kuanbu advanced to the fortified field positions of the French army on a frontage as wide as eight kilometers.

The battle lasted only until eight o'clock in the morning, and the Ming army was already deeply embedded in the French position for twenty kilometers.

Cao Bianjiao and Li Dingguo, who followed closely behind Zu Kuan, and the second and third tank divisions formed the left and right flanks respectively.

Along the breakthrough opened by Zu Kuan, the tide poured into the rear of the French position!

The left and right hooks were thrown out at the same time, quickly cutting off the rear of the eight French divisions on the Don River.

Tanks recklessly attacked French command posts, logistical supply points, and artillery positions.

The infantry, which was large in numbers at the front, was in a dilemma.

If they leave the strong field fortifications, they will be shelled by the Ming army on the opposite side.

If they do not leave the field fortifications, then they can only be encircled.

The most important thing is that their command is completely confused.

The company could not find the battalion headquarters, and the battalion could not find the regimental headquarters, but the communication at the upper levels was very smooth.

After all, the command posts at the division level have relatively strong underground bunkers, and tank divisions, which have a small number of infantry, will not be able to take them for a while.

However, the paralysis of the command at the grassroots level has left the front-line troops in a state of no leadership.

Thus, a surprising scene in the history of war appeared.

The French troops on the front line, some of them spun around like flies, left their bunkers to defend the command post, or ran away.

Others stayed inside the fortifications and were shelled.

I didn't go out a step to kill it, and I didn't receive an order anyway. Staying in place is the way to go!

What's more, it directly collapses and disintegrates, and the soldiers do what they love to do, and what to do if they love.

The reason is that their commander was killed, or the commander was completely collapsed by the shelling.

Stuka in the sky is like a goshawk hovering over the French.

As soon as they saw the fleeing French soldiers, they would pounce and shoot the poor French soldiers with the machine guns of the planes.

People definitely couldn't outrun the planes and left the field fortifications. The poor French soldier is not much different from the rabbit of the steppe!

Perhaps, they are not as good as rabbits.

After all, rabbits can still find a burrow to burrow into.

The French soldiers who could escape had no cracks or holes in the ground to drill.

And at the bridge over the Don River, thirty-five kilometers behind the front, a fierce battle was also going on.

Five o'clock in the morning, just half an hour before the start of the battle.

Grigory, the leader of the Cossacks, personally took 800 of the most powerful Cossacks and disguised themselves as French soldiers to touch the Don Bridge.

The assault was carried out almost perfectly, and the Cossack cavalrymen solved one platoon guarding the bridge with cavalry knives.

Then, with the equipment of the troops guarding the bridge, they easily repelled the attack of the remaining two platoons.

The French were indeed careless, and such an important bridge was guarded by only a company of gendarmes.

And the combat effectiveness of the gendarmerie ......!

The police in their army are not as effective as those battle-hardened infantry units.

Another feat of Gregory was to cut all the telephone lines on the bridge with a cavalry knife.

That is, the communication between the two banks of the Don River of the French army was completely cut off.

Many of the nearby troops still don't know what's going on.

The severance of cross-strait contacts has further aggravated the confusion.

"Look! Two more were sent to death. Grigory pointed to the two linemen running in the distance.

"Cherkasy!

Bardale!

They're yours! ”

Grigory said, pointing to the two muscular bearded men beside him.

"Hahaha! It's finally our turn! Bardale smirked, and a harrier rolled over and jumped onto his horse.

Another Cossack, Cherkassy, was also unwilling, and also flew on his horse.

The sound of the hooves of the two war horses was flying on the gravel.

The two signal soldiers were stunned for a moment, they were signal soldiers, and they came out to check the telephone line.

The sharpest weapon on the body is the electrician's knife, and then the wire spool!

They didn't understand that the two French cavalrymen came over for Mao to reunite with them.

Moreover, as they galloped, they drew their sabers and swung them.

Before they could react, the war horse galloped past them like a wind.

Their heads were cut off from their necks with sharp sabers.

The speed was so fast that it was as if their bodies hadn't even reacted.

He took two steps forward before he fell to the side of the road with a "poof".

The blood that spurted out of the cavity stained a large area of sand red.

Cherkasy and Bardale slowed their horses slowly, then came back with a shake.

They rolled over and dismounted, picking up the severed heads.

Cherkasy then tied the corpse's feet with ropes, slapped the horses, and dragged them into the woods by the roadside.

The woods were already filled with the smell of blood.

Fifty or sixty corpses, lying in it.

Some daring rats were bouncing around the corpses, and already rats were already gnawing on the corpse's fingers.

"That's it!" Cherkasy found a place, untied the rope and recoiled it on the horse's back.

Baldale held a twig in his hand and swept the dust haphazardly, covering the blood that had just been there.

After just two minutes, it was as if nothing had happened.

Only two Cossacks ran back on horseback, with two bloody human heads hanging from behind the buttocks.

"I'll just say, my boys are invincible." Grigory exuberantly complimented.

The Cossack cavalry, after defecting to the Ming army, was always looked down upon by the Ming army.

What is said that the cavalry is already an outdated branch of the army, and the cavalry has been eliminated.

They were not interested in the Cossack cavalry, and they received them only to give Kutuzov face.

The Cossacks were angry about this, especially the arrogant Gregory.

He felt that even today, when machine guns were everywhere, cavalry still had an irreplaceable role.

As for what it will do, he can't say clearly.

Anyway, he felt that the tank could not go anywhere.

The vast Eastern European plains, full of dense jungles and grasslands, are still very suitable for cavalry.

Tanks are powerful, but they can't pass through dense forests.

When he said this, he only saw the sneer of the Ming army officer.

When the Ming tanks, in front of him, smashed a way through the jungle, Gregory was completely stupid.

He did underestimate the power of machinery!

Or rather, he had no idea of the sheer power that machines could burst out of.

Kutuzov once proposed that they go to war with the Kurds, as long as they win the territory, it will be theirs.

However, Grigory rejected this suggestion, after all, he was not familiar with the Middle East.

He was told that it was a place where there was no shortage of anything but sand and fools.

Grigory did not want to eat sand, and even less to be a fool.

He loved the vast plains of Eastern Europe and the pastures along the Don River.

The Cossacks lived here for generations, and they did not want to go anywhere.

Thus, there was the task of Gregory personally with 800 cavalry to seize the bridge for the Ming army.

There was another group of people on the road, a group of French soldiers running forward.

Judging by their appearance, they were troops that had been assembled in a hurry.

Some of them wore hats, some did not, some carried guns, and some carried guns.

There are even more people, and the clothes are all open. Revealing the shirt that is hidden inside!

Thankfully, the weather is getting warmer now, and they've been so dressed for the past few months that they've frozen to death.

At this time, the French soldiers were already running full of men.

Many people's heads are like steamers.

Seeing a group of gendarmes stationed in front, the commander himself ran over and gestured at Gregory.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!

We're going to go over and reinforce the troops on the other side. ”

While talking, the pace of your feet is not slow, and you continue to run forward.

Grigory did not answer, he just looked indifferently at the group of French soldiers running along the main road.

There is a company and more than 100 people.

Just when the French soldiers were still a dozen meters away, Grigory suddenly picked up the Acre rifle under his feet.

"Da", "Da", "Da", "Da", ......!

The sound of the Arca rifle rang out like a popping bean.

The French soldiers in the front row, before they could understand what was going on, were swept down.

Not even for two seconds, the two Maxims seized on the side of the road opened fire at the same time.

The rate of fire of Makqin reached 600 rounds per minute.

At this time, it can be regarded as bringing the rate of fire to the extreme.

The two Maxims directly hit a metal storm, and the French soldiers on the road were beaten to pieces.

When the French soldier in front of him fell to the ground, he still maintained a running posture.

No one was prepared, and no one expected the gendarmes to suddenly open fire.

The distance is too close, only a dozen meters away.

There are even bullets that pass through a person's body and then penetrate a second one.

It wasn't until the third person that it was left in his body and didn't come out to hurt anyone again.

Not only the Makqin, but also the Cossacks who were issued with Aka rifles all turned on the full output mode.

Thirty rounds of magazines, emptied as fast as possible.

Two minutes, another two minutes.

Two minutes later, the ground was covered with pillow-filled corpses.

There were also people who didn't die for a while, lying on the ground and howling loudly.

With a wave of his hand, Gregory rushed out of hundreds of Cossacks lying in ambush on both sides of the road.

Adhering to the glorious tradition of the Cossacks, they absolutely did not use guns to solve what could be solved with knives.

The howling creatures had their heads cut off by the knives in their hands.

The Cossacks had a clear division of labor, some dragged corpses with horses, and some cut off heads with knives.

These are all proofs of the rewards received from the Ming people afterwards, and Gregory has clearly marked the price.

A Ming person's head is worth two Ming silver coins.

However, when he went to Li Xiao to report the account, a human head was five Ming silver coins.

Grigory was so excited that he changed a magazine and looked at the corpses all over the place.

The French are so stupid that they don't know how to be vigilant.

Just running over like this, not waiting to be killed?

I've done this more than a dozen times in one morning.

Although only this time, a whole company was killed.

Gregory was visibly overjoyed!

At the moment when he inserted the magazine, a shell landed accurately more than thirty meters in front of him.

He saw with his own eyes two Cossacks who were cutting off people's heads, and their bodies were directly blown up and flew into the air.

Grigory hurriedly crouched down, and a corpse had been smashed down with countless stones and sand.

The ragdoll-like corpse landed on top of the sandbag bunker, head down and leg up.

It was Bardale, who had just been beheaded!

The sound of mortars, as well as the sound of machine guns, rang out.

The Cossacks, who were concentrating on harvesting human heads and hiding corpses, were blown upside down.

From time to time, the sound of rifles sounded, and bullets constantly drilled bloody holes in the Cossacks' bodies.

In the same two or three minutes, the 100 Cossacks who went out to pick up the heads on the side of the road were already killed and wounded.

There were also many wounded, and their cries were louder than the French.

But no one could help them, they didn't even have someone to mend the knife.

can only slowly drain the blood in the body in the wailing.

Grigory they were so beaten by machine guns that they could not raise their heads, and mortar shells constantly fell on the side of the sandbag fortress.

Protected by sandbags, Grigory is safe and sound for the time being.

If it was outside, it would have been beaten into a sieve by shrapnel long ago.

Grigory crawled desperately along the ground, knowing that once the shells landed in the bunker, he would not even have a chance to run.

The high riding boots of the Cossacks became very cumbersome at this time.

From time to time, there are stones, which follow the opening and drill into it.

By the time he stood up, the stones had slid to the soles of his feet.

Just two steps away, Grigory tripped over the huge pain under his feet.

Without doing anything, Grigory took off his riding boots and ran barefoot into the grass by the side of the road.

At the moment when Gregory rolled into the grass, a mortar shell landed in a sandbag bunker.

The two Cossack machine gunners inside were blown up and flew directly out of the bunker.

More than 30 Cossacks blocking the bridgehead were wiped out almost instantly.